So here it is! The final chapter in the story...the epilogue...Anyways, please send me feedbacks of what you thought of the story!
~Eplilogue~
Peppermint let out another fierce yowl that carried over the camp. A pain that was stronger than a warriors' claws had crossed her belly, and she knew that it was her time. She had been wondering all night what it would be like to give birth, and now, it had begun.
Dovekit and Brownkit were staring at her through wide eyes, while Whitewing shooed them away from the nursery. Rosefoot's only kit, Stripekit, was mewling pitifully from the background.
Peppermint couldn't bare to remember the way he had come to the world. Rosefoot had been in so much pain that night, two moons ago. She had never seen so much blood during a cats' birthing, and neither had Rainshower. But the blue-gray tom had completed his job, and in the end, Stripekit came into the world.
She winced once more as another pain rippled through her belly. She could hear the medicine cat now, and she felt his hot breath brush her fur. Eagleheart was pacing outside the nursery, along with her grandmother Cinderstar. She wished there was some way to comfort them, to tell them that this was normal.
"Come on Peppermint, push!" Rainshower meowed, though his breathing had become ragged. Cragfur had gotten a bad case of whitecough, which had sadly killed the pale gray tom. Brightheart had been devastated, but she kept moving on just the same. She was an elder now, and happily lived in a den of her own.
Without thinking and following her instincts, Peppermint pushed as hard as she could. She heard Rainshower's meows of encouragement, and kept it up, until finally the pain seemed to ease. With one last push, she felt less pain, and let out a soft purr when she heard squeals coming from her own nest.
"Three beautiful kits," Whitewing announced. She had returned when Birchfall took over taking care of Dovekit and Brownkit. They were old enough to become apprentices, and Peppermint knew that their ceremony would be soon.
She remembered her own ceremony. She had been so excited, standing close to Silverpond, whose eyes had shown with wisdom. But her sister and her mother were dead now. Silverpond had died from the loss of her kits, and now, Peppermint felt alone. Or at least she had.
The black-and-brown she-cat looked down at her nest to see three wriggling bodies squirming for milk. One had ginger fur with a flame-colored pelt, like their distant kin Firestar. Another had beautiful pale ginger fur, like Muskedfur almost. And the last had bright golden tabby fur with gray patches, like Eagleheart.
Peppermint licked each kit, letting their fresh scents flood her jaws. She let out a purr and let them suckle greedily. Eagleheart had come in to check on her, and as he looked down at them, his eyes glowed with love.
"They're beautiful," he murmured. He licked her gently on the cheek, and Peppermint nodded in agreement.
"Why not name this one Amberkit?" she meowed, pointing her tail to the brightly-colored golden tabby kit. Eagleheart nodded, looking pleased with the name.
"How about Blazekit for the ginger tom?" Rainshower added when he looked at the ginger kit.
Blazekit, thought Peppermint fondly. Perfect. She looked at the last kit, a pale ginger she-kit. "Lets name her Goldenkit," she mewed.
When their names had been chosen, the cats in the nursery felt as though a wind had brushed through. The three kits let out mewls, but they didn't stir. Instead, Rainshower stiffened, and he shook his head, looking slightly confused.
He turned and padded into his den, leaving the two cats behind. What had just occured in the nursery? He knew that it was something; a sign sent by StarClan, or maybe even from a different set of ancestors. Either way, he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that these kits were going to bring nothing but trouble to the Clans.